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Originally Posted by The_Dunedan
Only the last, the trespasser. Our shop/farm is in the middle of nowhere, and I actually live above the shop. Someone who comes wandering up to a gunshop at 10pm reeking of tequila is either getting ready to rob you or is REALLY stupid. This one, thankfully, turned out to be the latter. I was walking around the property, carrying my weapon in the open: when I returned to the shop after checking fences this idiot (whom I'd never seen before) came out from behind the shop at a trot. Bear in mind this is at 10pm. After I impressed upon him the idiocy of what he'd done, I asked why he'd come in the first place.
"Aah jest wanned t'shee if you'uns wuz opun!"
Yeah, right, see if we're open at 10 o'clock at night.
I saw him off down the driveway on his lawnmower. Yes, lawnmower. Like most of the PWT around here, he's lost his license after being caught driving drunk/stoned/tweaking too many times, and so he gets around on a lawnmower.
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Not exactly my understanding of the open carry argument if it happens on your own property. But I appreciate your reply.
If you include events on your own property I've chased people off with a shotgun. Large bull elk in season on the North Oregon coast make people do strange things. I lived on a dead end private gravel road with four lots, five acres each and a resident elk herd. All the lots were on the south side of the road and there was a deep ditch (4ft?) on the north side of the road. For four years my house was the only one on the road. On opening day the second year I parked my truck in the middle of the road with a sheet of plywood leaning against it that read "No Hunting, Private Property." I parked so there was no way around it, or so I thought. At about 4am I woke to the sound of a diesel engine, I thought he turned around and left. Nope! Drove through my front yard over my roses, knocking over a lighthouse ornament and crushing a line of yard lights. I met him on his way out with a shotgun and my badge clipped to my belt. He decided to pay for the damages and never return in exchange for me not charging him with criminal trespass. Turns out he was the local head of the school board. That and an idiot.
The next summer on opening morning of bow season I woke up, poured myself a cup of coffee and walked out on my deck wearing only my briefs. I found two guys in full camo using my hot tub to steady their spotting scope. That conversation went something like "you live here?" "No, I was wandering around out here in my underwear and decided to rob this house, only thing of value I was able to find was this cup of coffee. Any more dumb ass questions before you leave?"
After the other lots had homes built that stuff all but stopped.